Just a funny little idea I had. Hope you like!

I do not own Hetalia! Or anything else for that matter, just this idea!

Just Which Anime Is This, Anyway?

Germany was yelling, England and France were fighting, Japan was refraining from speaking, Switzerland was threatening everybody with his peace prize, Russia was scaring everyone without even trying, Belarus was just plain scaring everyone, Spain was messing with Romano's curl and getting punched by the grumpy Italian and Italy was sat under the table, eating pasta without being seen because Germany would be yelling even more if he did. China was commenting on the immaturity of Western Nations while watching the fight cloud that obscured England and France as they proceeded to pound each other. America laughed at them as he ate a hamburger while Russia sat down in a chair. Right on top of Canada.

"EVERYBODY, SHUT UP!" Germany shouted at the top of his voice, deafening those closest to him. "I'm calling a break! Hopefully everyone will calm down and we can get some work done. Although I won't hold my breath!" He walked into the fight cloud and separated England and France. China and Japan went to get some tea while Russia got out of the chair to get some vodka and Canada got out of the seat before Russia could sit on him again. He stumbled and almost fell when he caught in his brother's arms.

"Whoa!" America exclaimed as he helped Canada find his footing again. "Careful there, bro!" Canada looked up shyly at his brother's face.

"No one's never noticed me enough to catch me before," he said, his voice strangely sensually shy. America hugged his brother in a way that was somehow more than …. brotherly!

"I'm sorry, Mattie," he replied, huskily. "I shouldn't ignore you. I'm sorry!" Canada put his hand on America chest and dragged down it to his stomach.

"That's all right, Al," he said, the sensuality in his voice increasing. "I know you don't mean it." America leant toward Canada, almost close enough to kiss.

"I won't ignore you tonight," he promised while Canada blushed. China spat out the sip of tea he had taken and Japan produced a camera and began snapping away, making a mental note to email the pictures to Hungary.

"Ah, brotherly l'amour," France exclaimed and struck a princely pose. "Almost match for my kingly beauty."

"Whatever, Wine Bastard," Romano grumbled. France gave out a wail.

"MAMAAAAAAAAA!" he cried. "Romano said a naughty word!" Spain looked perplexed at his Bad Touch friend.

"Who's Mama?" he asked. England took out his reading glasses, put them on his nose and stared at his files.

"Going by position in the family, I believe he means me!" he replied in a cool, calm voice. Finland suddenly leapt on Sweden's shoulders.

"Why don't we all sit down and eat some cake," he said in a very cute voice as the silent Sweden looked round at him.

"R'member t' brush yer te'th, T'no," he warned.

"Okay, Sve-chan!"

Everybody watched all this with perplexed looks.

"What's going on?" Germany demanded. Latvia just sat back in his seat and surveyed it all with a disdainful look.

"Just the usual foolishness," he commented with a somewhat superior sounding voice. "Ivan, I require some refreshment!" Estonia, who had been eating a snack, inhaled some of it into his lungs and began choking while Lithuania thumped him on the back to try and dislodge it. Ivan suddenly bowed to Latvia.

"Yes, My Lord," he said. Lithuania passed out in shock and went down like a tree as Estonia coughed up what was choking him. When Russia brought back tea and cake and began serving it to Latvia, claiming to be 'one hell of a butler', Estonia's eyes rolled back in his head and he joined Lithuania on the floor.

Belarus had somehow found some glasses that practically obscure her eyes and gazed at Russia with the adoration of a fan-girl.

"Oh, Mister Ivan," she said in an excited voice. "I want to become one, I do!"

Everyone was staring at Russia, acting the servant to Latvia, and Belarus, acting like a fan at a One Direction concert when the sound of someone getting a beating reached their ears and they turned to see Denmark, tied to a pillar holding up the ceiling, having the living daylights kicked, punched and beaten out of him by Norway. Already, his tooth was on the floor. Denmark's head fell to the floor where Norway put his foot on it.

"You don't need a good talking to," he said without expression. "You need to be taught a lesson! And right now, you're in perfect kicking position!" German grabbed Norway before he could start again.

"Everybody's going mad!" he exclaimed.

"Ve~ It's the work of a fan-fiction demon," Italy declared as he loaded a handgun and produced a grenade, loaded with holy water. "Don't worry! I can exorcise it!" Beside him, Romano produced a large sword, drew it and erupted into blue flames, making everybody jumped away from him, as his teeth became sharp, his ears pointed and he grew horns and a long black tail.

"This is for you, you old fart!" he proclaimed, everybody assuming that he was talking about his Grandpa Rome. Italy threw the grenade, amazing Germany when he actually did it right and holy water rained down on everyone while the demonic Romano lashed out, spreading blues flames everywhere while Italy fired his gun at random spots. When the flames cleared, America and Canada stopped cuddling and looked extremely embarrassed, England pulled off his glasses and stared at France in fury at being called 'Mama'. And France! Well, there was very little difference.

Russia began kolkolkolkol-ing while Latvia began trembling, the other two Baltics states still passed out on the floor and Belarus was wondering why she had been acting like a fan-girl on steroids but then it was Big Brother Russia so she did not wonder for long, Norway had stopped trying to kick the crap out of Denmark, wondering why the hell he had been doing that in the first place and Romano no longer look like a demon wrapped in blue flames and Italy looked round at everyone who was staring at him and his fratello in amazement.

"Just what was all that!" Germany demanded. "What made everyone act so weird? Italy, what did you mean when you said it was a fan-fiction demon and you could exorcise it?"

"Ve~ I've no idea, Germany," Italy replied. "For a moment, I thought I was an exorcist!"

"And why was I beating up Denmark?" Norway pondered. "I usually just try to strangle him."

"And why was I serving Latvia tea and cake and calling him My Lord?" Russia asked with his creepy smile although everyone could see the dark aura growing around him.

"And what happened to Romano?" Spain said. "He looked like some kind of demon and where did that sword go to?"

"Who cares, Tomato Bastard!" Romano replied, covering up the fact that the whole thing had scared him half to death. "I'm back to normal so who gives a bleep!" England began chanting a small detection spell under his breath and stood for a moment, sensing the air and trying to make sense of what it was telling him.

"Whatever it was came from beyond our world," he replied. "I can't tell what it was but it was strong enough to affect how we acted."

"Sacred Bleu!" France exclaimed. "I don't like the sound of that!" Italy began trembling.

"Ve~ I'm scared, Germany!" he whimpered. "What if it happens again?"

"I hope not," Denmark replied, having been untied by an apologetic Norway. He ran his finger in his mouth to where his tooth had been knocked out. "When I find out who it is, I'm going to rip them limb from limb." His finger touched the raw nerve. "Owwwh!" There was a flash of light, a lot of smoke and, when it cleared, a big naked ass giant stood in Denmark's place.

And everybody ran for their lives.

Apparently, bored fan-fiction writers with time on their hands are the devil! XP

I just had this idea about the Nations suddenly acting like characters from other animes and the idea grew. I'll let you guess which characters they are and what animes they're from, should be pretty easy.

One evil, bored fan-fiction writer signing out!

Hasta la Pasta!